The Choicest Nectar Poem by Mark Heathcote

Doesn't every rapid waterfall, need rainfall?
As one flower opens another is spent.
Every water droplet evaporates - what isn't
Heart, life without a life - doesn't drink.

It is only the vine that climbs, thinks
I am not the star that gives radiance —
Every bird fly's in the eminence of its own reach
That, what reaches resides in its root.

What flower hasn't been pursued by a bee?
What bee hasn't dogged the choicest nectars?
In our own hearts, ultraviolet light, here too,
Unseen a bee, a bloom, forms from higher energy?